Those are rolled up diapers.
My autistic ADHD son, Solomon, woke up in a going-to-make-up-songs-like-'hit Dominic'-mood this morning, earning himself 5 chores for after school. I had a bunch of diapers tied up from a baby shower, one of those adorable, yet practical while still impractical diaper cakes. But I'm not so jerky as to complain about a thoughtful and time consuming to make party gift...is there anything nicer than this shower for a 3rd child of the same sex as the first two? I'm so spoiled. Proof below.
|Leaning Lab Ladies and I at Wilson's sip n see|
|very cute diaper cake......and food, which is even better|
So blowout, untie diaper, repeat...then, BINGO! 6 year old chore time! After a few chores and field day, Sol was in an annoyingly tired but hyper giggly mood. This 10 minute job of cutting all the ribbons took him exactly 1 hour, making us 15 minutes late to dinner at my sisters. So, did the diapers get put into the diaper bin? No, we just left them in a pile. A neat pile. Then we came home. Bedtime went okay, which means I only had to take Dom's Duplos away for tomorrow and move him to my room til he fell asleep.
|blinding pillow compliments of Grandma|
I will though. That mess can wait until tomorrow. Just keeping it real.